Christopher Scarver Book Novels & Stories

We can't always get what we want. Shifting through the shelves at the furthest part of the library, Zara scroll through all the books she has read in the past. When a sudden grip made her hiss in pain, she was ready to turn and unleash hell upon the rude individual for hurting her until she stops in her track the moment she lay eyes on Abram. He looked like a mess. His beard was longer than usual. His eyes red like he haven’t slept for a long time and his hair was ruffled like he had comb it with his fingers many times.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

“You never told me that, baby girl?” Christian’s voice floats my way as Jenny nudges me gently and nods across the aisle. I had finally gotten into my book after all and blanked them all out as I was pulled into a magical world of Vampires and Werewolves fighting over human girls. I look up nonplussed, catching Arrick glancing my way with that infuriating unreadable expression and yet a softness to his face that I haven’t seen in a long time. He almost looks a little bit happy and it just makes me feel shittier.

“Look, man. I’m not going to say it isn’t a challenge to change, OK? It is. You’re right about that, I’ll give you that one. But it is possible, if someone really wants it.” “You think…” Sam hesitated again. “You really think that you can get past everything? All those things that you did before?” “Yes.” Scars’ voice was clipped. “I do.” “You know that the past never really stays there, right?” Sam said quietly. “That at some point, it tries to drag you back… it comes calling, because a bill is still due. Karma, Vic. None of us escapes it.” “So why the hell should I leave my VP post, then?” Scars demanded. “If I’m damned and done and dusted, I’m right where I belong, huh? Down in the shit?”

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

It was bitter to hear but it's the truth and Scar also couldn't deny this. "If you want to search, go ahead. But, I will suggest you leave before they come if you don't want to see by them." Carol said and Scar nodded. After Carol left, Scar once again looked around the whole study only to sigh. She even searched in Connor's drawer, but nothing came in hand. Watching the bookshelves, she walked to the corner one. It only consisted of a few books. They were all visible, so she left the books there, knowing there were no diaries.

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"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

“You don’t know anything! Damon is the least dangerous guy I’ve ever known! If anything, Alan is way more dangerous than he is! He’s never been anything but good to me! He actually listens to me, which is more than I can say of anyone here. And he protected me when someone else tried to hurt me. It’s not just some thrill I get by running around with a forbidden lover! It’s real with him!” Her mom looked like she was about to cry out of pity. “Scar… did you ever think that maybe he was just using you? It’s what a Lauchair's would do.” “That’s all that matters to you, isn’t it?” She snapped. “That he’s a Lauchair. You think that’s all you need to know about him. You think they’re all the same.

I froze. ​Below me, the world was breaking. ​From my height, the library didn't look like a sanctuary anymore. It looked like a crime scene. ​ Two men were tossing books my books off the shelves. Leather covers hit the floor with heavy, sickening thuds. They weren't looking for me; they were looking for whatever secrets Xavier had buried behind the mahogany. ​The man with the scarred face—the one from the screen—was pacing. His boots clicked on the marble, a slow, predatory rhythm.